Dennis's Blog

To compose today, is to write history.

Freedom, Inscribed in the blood of our forefathers
Scrawled across the parchment of history
A reality, in which we freely live.

With quills of honor, and the spirit of God
We write the pages of today, History
This generation will live to see.

Tomorrow, what length will we go
What price will be paid
To compose, History, The future,
In which our children’s children will live.

What value will be placed
On the blank pages they face
As they live in a world we composed.